The whole family, including the dog, is a villain.

What he saw was a brocade robe. Jun Huanzhi, who was originally feeling a little tired, saw this and couldn't help but think: Finally a big order has come.

Helping to write letters for family members is just hard-earned money, but fortune-telling is different.

You can make a lot of money just by talking.

"Sir, you..."

When Jun Huanzhi looked up, he saw a somewhat familiar face, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

His human skin mask fits very well and is as thin as a cicada's wing, so even the slightest expressions can be seen.

"Mute?"

The sturdy man threw a silver ingot directly into Jun Huanzhi's money box and said arrogantly: "I have plenty of money!"

Jun Huanzhi looked at the round, white and plump silver ingots in the money box. They stood out among the scattered copper coins.

Well, silver ingots are more fragrant.

Other things, put aside for now.

"What are you talking about, sir?"

Jun Huanzhi's attitude was warm but not mercenary. He extended his hand and invited him, "Sir, please sit down."

The person who came was none other than Chu Chengwu, who had tied Jun Huanzhi to the rack and tortured him for three days and three nights some time ago.

Chu Chengwu sat on the small stool with a bold look, staring at Jun Huanzhi with his tiger eyes.

Jun Huanzhi was very confident in his disguise skills and showed them to him openly.

Chu Chengwu pointed at the words on the banner and said in a loud and fierce voice: "Guidelines and predictions of good and bad luck, is this true?"

"Of course it's true."

Jun Huanzhi stroked his goatee and asked in a friendly manner, "What do you want to calculate, sir?"

"My sister has ignored me for three days."

Chu Chengwu rubbed the back of his head innocently and said seriously, "Please tell me my fortune."

"no problem."

If you want to predict your fortune, Liu Yao divination is more accurate.

Jun Huanzhi took out the tortoise shell, shook it for a long time, and three ancient coins fell out.

"Master, how do you solve this?"

"Well..."

Jun Huanzhi pondered for a moment.

There was a snap.

There was another round, white and plump silver ingot in the money box.

After seven days of fortune-telling, Jun Huanzhi finally realized that fortune-telling is not about accuracy, but about the way and method of speaking.

Because if you speak too bluntly, you may get beaten.

This is the truth Jun Huanzhi came to realize after being beaten for seven consecutive days.

Jun Huanzhi stared at Chu Chengwu's gloomy face and was silent for a moment.

Fortune telling is not always accurate.

But no one knows the reason. Jun Huanzhi is the most accurate fortune teller in the entire Tianqiao, but he makes the least money. He makes less money than that swindler who only knows how to fool people.

Making less money is secondary, the main problem is that you are more likely to get beaten.

"Young Master, your fortune is good today, you are destined to have a romantic encounter!"

Jun Huanzhi congratulated him and said, "Congratulations, sir, good things are coming."

"Really?"

Chu Chengwu asked with some surprise: "I'm going to get married?"

Jun Huanzhi nodded slightly, which was considered as his agreement.

Seeing this, the stall owner next to him couldn't help but joked, "Sir, do you really want to get married?"

"That's natural."

Chu Chengwu is not young anymore, he is twenty-three years old, which is considered an old bachelor in ancient times.

"Are you so happy?"

"Of course I'm happy."

Chu Chengwu nodded.

An elderly man saw this and couldn't help but tease him: "Young man, do you know what the purpose of marrying a wife is?"

"Of course I know."

"Oh?"

Everyone couldn't help but feel interested.

Jun Huanzhi had no expression on his face.

Under everyone's ambiguous gazes, Chu Chengwu said with a silly smile: "Of course I marry her to do laundry."

"Washing clothes?"

Everyone looked confused.

"A few days ago, I saw the servants washing my sister's clothes. They just rinsed them in water a few times and hung them up. They were not washed clean at all. So I decided to wash them myself, but I used too much force and tore my sister's clothes. Because of this, my sister ignored me for three days."

"When I get married, I'll let my wife wash my sister's clothes. She's not very strong, so she won't tear them."

The more Chu Chengwu talked, the more he looked forward to getting married.

Even though he knew that everyone in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion doted on Jiang Chutang, Jun Huanzhi couldn't help but mourn for Chu Chengwu's future wife when he heard such an outrageous statement.

Among the six sons of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, five are well beyond the marriageable age, but one of them is still single and does not even have a concubine. There is a reason for this.

Most of the reasons are due to Jiang Chutang.

Jun Huanzhi's heart sank. Perhaps it was time to choose a husband for Qingping.

Qingping is still thinking about the playboy from the Chu family.

Even if Chu Chengliu was not a playboy and had good character, he would not let Qingping marry into the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

His sister, Jun Huanzhi, was born to be a pampered princess, not a slave to Jiang Chutang.

"You idiot!"

The onlookers did not know Chu Chengwu's identity. When they heard his words, they were speechless and said, "A wife is there to warm your bed and give birth to a fat baby, not to wash your sister's clothes!"

"how?"

Tie Hanhan glared back and said, "My wife can't wash clothes?"

"It can be washed, of course it can be washed."

Tiehanhan glared with his tiger eyes, scaring the onlookers so much that they nodded their heads and dared not say anything else.

"If I can really marry a wife, I will naturally give the Taoist priest a matchmaker gift."

Chu Chengwu threw out another ingot of silver and asked with a smile, "Can you please show me the way, Taoist priest?"

Jun Huanzhi asked Chu Chengwu about his birth date and then said, "Then go south."

"Thank you, Taoist Master."

Chu Chengwu thanked Jun Huanzhi and headed south.

Watching Chu Chengwu leave, Jun Huanzhi always felt a little uneasy.

He looked down at the silver ingots in the money box and decided to close the shop.

Anyway, today's income is much higher than before.

But soon another guest came, and he didn't want to chase him away, so he continued to welcome him.

****

The east is rich and the west is noble, the south is poor and the north is humble.

As Chu Chengwu headed south, the surrounding environment became a little shabby. What he saw were not silks and satins, but rags and tattered clothes. Not even a single bright color could be seen.

He couldn't help but wonder if the fortune teller had made a mistake in his predictions.

But soon, he gave up the idea.

My sister once said that people cannot choose their own birth, and they cannot look down on the poor.

It doesn’t matter even if his future wife is a little poor, because the Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion has plenty of money anyway.

Moreover, children from poor families have to grow up early, and marrying a girl from a poor family can also help them take better care of their younger sisters.

Although there are quite a few servants in the house, they are servants after all. How can they take care of the child as thoroughly as one's own sister-in-law?

While Chu Chengwu was daydreaming, he suddenly felt someone bump into him, followed by a cry of pain.

He looked down and saw a woman in rough clothes and a scarf lying in front of him.

The woman had her back to him, and her figure seemed plump, and it was obvious that she was a fertile woman.

I just always feel that the other person seems a little older than him.

But it doesn’t matter, a woman who is three years older than a man will bring him wealth.

Older women are more caring. His mother is three years older than his father.

He can accept it as long as he is under ten years old.

So he quickly squatted down and spoke in the same tone as he would to his sister: "Girl, are you okay?"